Sitting in a parking lot (in a city probably like yours… stacked block-to-block like a monopoly board with neglected, no longer shiny commercials-as-buildings) I wait for food to go.
Across the way is a KFC. My first thought? ‘What a GREAT view.’ I say to myself sarcastically. I look around for the latest drug deal. Seriously.
And I feel crummy. It feels like shit to think that ugly is actually a THING to confront.
An employee of KFC walks out of the entrance with a trash bag. Her breasts topple and heave untamed and saggy from a bra that doesn’t fit. Her full belly cascades over her khakis, barely held in by her red-uniform cotton t-shirt. And she cusses under her breath as she hauls across the cement valley, dragging the baggage of grease and fry.
My first inclination is to feel sorry for her, this character in a miserable and coarse world, void of charm.
And yet in that moment I am confronted.
The #6 is known as the Beautifer and Caregiver. Are there places where the 6 superpower can’t or doesn’t WANT to exist?
I look closer.
I can see this woman that morning. In her bathroom mirror, she separated sections of her dark brown hair as she weaved and threaded them into a single, intricate French braid. She painted crimson lipstick on her tiny lips and dusted her cheeks with glittered blush. I suddenly see her Venus of Willendorf figure, ripe with generosity and million-year-old feminine instinct.
After she throws the bag in the dumpster, with considerable effort but in one-go swing, she stops for a moment and looks up at the sky. She sighs. My heart swells. I can feel her; her anticipation of her shift being over… the moment when she can rest into the soft and forgiving cushions of her couch. There is a part of me that KNOWS this is what she is thinking; that feels that I am her.
I am reminded…
I was taught a lie. That beauty simply existed; that it was an objective site. It was in some places (Mount Tamalpias… NOT in Wal-Mart), and in some people (the well-dressed NOT the well worked).
But the truth? Beauty is not some fickle bitch. She is not an elitist and she doesn’t pick and choose; changing favor on a dime. You do. We do.
Beauty is perceived into existence.
Where do you choose to NOT see beauty? Would you be willing to find her precisely there in this month of the #6?
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